If you've got the dough, you can be buried among the Hollywood elite in luxury cemeteries so extravagant that they attract graveyard tourists.
Being "famous" now apparently means humiliating yourself over and over like you're a perpetual game show contestant.
When Stoya told me Janice Dickinson writes an advice column for Michael Turnbull's glossy independent gay magazine, Loverboy, I died.
Scott Stapp's troubles continue, as TMZ released audio of a frantic 911 call from his estranged wife, in which she accuses him of claiming to be a CIA agent tasked to kill the president.
It's pretty unlikely that all these women have conspired to ruin the reputation of America's number-one Dad.
A group called Soulsaver distributes pamphlets about the evils of homosexuality and the rock 'n roll lifestyle.
He's really upset that a lawyer had the gall to call him "crazy."
In the mid 1990s, Leonardo DiCaprio was the king of the world. He was also friends with Dana Giacchetto, a former investment banker who went to jail for misappropriating $9 million and claims he's the real inspiration for The Wolf of Wall Street.
If you've read a literary novel, listened to conservative radio, or jacked off to your mom's favorite erotica in the past 30 years, you've consumed media that's passed through Regan's hands.
This week, I attended the London production of Speed-the-Plow, David Mamet's satirical take on the American movie business, which stars Lindsay Lohan as a mysterious girl with nothing to bank on except her sexuality.
From Jack Nicholson to Monty Python to Kate Moss, he discovered and hung out with everyone you ever thought was important.
I talked to former hacker and leading internet security blogger Nik Cubrilovic about the process of stealing celebrity nudes, and to hear him tell it, the hacking skills required are pretty remedial.
Thanks to Sharknado 2 and a new perfume line called Shark by Tara, the former sex symbol is having a career renaissance as a camp icon.
Nicky Hilton hopes her new book, Style 365, will help girls stop dressing like celebrities and start finding their own individual style.
If you haven't seen the work of San Francisco-based artist Justin Hager you are quite frankly missing the fuck out. His illustrations are an amusing mix of celebrity culture and word play that might appear silly at first but will have you lurking through…
The breakout star of the Gathering of the Juggalos was Ratchet Regi, a stripper who twerked on a 500-pound man's belly in front of Da Mafia 6ix's DJ Paul at an outdoor strip club.
A friend of mine recently told me there was a cell phone game that I needed to try. Not just any game, but an addiction taking America by storm—and set to make $200 million this year.
MediaTakeOut has become notorious for its coverage of black celebrities, dick-pic leaks, and salacious headlines, but its founder is a former Wall Street lawyer who used to claim to clean Mariah Carey's laundry.
Some of the UK's biggest celebrities have made use of a service that lets them avoid taxes by storing their money in offshore accounts.
I lived in a basement beneath a French professor and his wife, who taught German at a dying school for girls. When Agnes visited, there was the sharp, joyous smell of new tires. That was the smell the blue vibrator released when cleaned.
Oh, it's awkward, that thing where you get famous by telling everyone you've got a big dick, and then you end up all alone and reduced to making a concept album about your wife leaving you and your big dick behind.
When we recently stayed at the Chateau we brought our friends Carol and Tony to the lobby. At the table next to ours, two round-bellied men in their 40s, dressed like they'd just come from a baseball game, were gossiping about the movies they were working…
Each of them tried their hands at solo careers, always carefully calibrated so as not to be in the charts at the same time. Mel C was, by most people's counts, the best singer. Baby Spice never really happened, bless her. Posh Spice had some slick videos…
Bungalow 89 is not famous like Bungalow 3 (Belushi) or Bungalow 2 (Rebel Without a Cause). It is only famous in my own mind, because it's where I first met Gus Van Sant, and because I have been living in it for the past nine months.